more today. wanting to let the drawing draw its Self…. What does the drawing want? What will i come to know? As i drew today, just marks, i began getting sensory memory….the plants down that long hill to the creek, at the creek, all the wild ones, the weed plants, i closed my eyes and tried to remember how tall, what variety, how many i might know. Once in the summer my father would mow the hill but otherwise it was as it was. I remembered the honeysuckle along the little spring stream that flowed into the creek, the jewelweed that Cookie's dad told us to crush up if we thought we'd gotten into poison ivy. The blackberry. and ….. those tiny wild strawberries. distinct memories. and i'm off and on stopping to look at the child face. What is she thinking/feeling? I don't have words for that yet….need to wait to be told.
Tonight is the first night for this year that i have closed the door. always so hard to do, but it's going down to 47. It's time. It also rained again…a chill in the air.
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